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From the boundaries of the wrong path

From the bowels of the earth

From the abyss of oblivion

Where all the missed boats are scrapped

Arrives a withered beam of dull light

The shining of an extinguished star

From the boundaries of the wrong path

Into the gaping maw of time

Goodness caught in a riptide

Faith swinging on a cliff

Falling into a boiling crater

Lost convictions sink and drift

High noon, short shadows

Endless roads to roam, pristine air

Siren’s song a mere rumor

A whisper in the ears of the deaf

Formless blank page

Defenseless in a landscape still unscathed

Triumph and defeat awaiting

While the bringer of the fates

Quietly spins the winding thread of life

Quietly spins the winding thread of life

The sword of Damocles has fallen

A black hole swallows all pure insights

Facing an insurmountable wall of anger

Virtue devoured, torn apart

Cold eyes burning

Reflections of the scorched earth left behind

Defeat foretold

Undaunted, while the eldest of the fates

Quietly cuts the winding thread of life

Quietly cuts the winding thread of life

Coda

In the realms of faded colors

Beyond the line of sight of cognizance

A hollow sound

The hollow sound of footsteps in a grave

All is done, end of the tether

Slowly fading into nothingness

All is lost

Grinning on the wrong side of the fence